Adventures WorldRace SethBarnes Sponsorship Giving

| by archiveworldraceblogs

Confession: I have been SOBER for 7 days now!

Sobriety or the state of being Sober is defined by Webster as, “temperate in the use of liquor; not drunk; serious or grave in mood or disposition; having a quiet tone or color.”

If I told you that by coming on the World Race I was able to “sober up” during month ten, most of you would wonder what this organization was all about.  What kind of organization would let me keep my head buried in a bottle for so long?  Why did they not teach me how to walk in freedom with out abusing my freedom? Why did they wait 10 months for me to experience just one day of sobriety?

When I first heard the word, SOBRIETY, used in a different context other than alcohol (Sean Smith last debrief), I was a little confused– that was until I came to Moldova a month later.  Basically the opposite of being sober is being drunk.  When you think about it, being drunk is an altered state of reality, and to be sober is to be awakened to reality.

For the very FIRST time in my life, I can honestly say that I have “sobered up”. I have been awakened and humbled to a new level of reality– a pure servants heart.

Let me tell you what I have seen this week:

Grandmother’s who have aged like Great-Grandmother’s

 
Women who walk with the help of canes or crutches or
        both
 
Women who take 10 minutes to cross the church lawn,
        when it takes me 30 seconds


These same women:

Cook for me and carry food and bowls uphill from their
         house just to serve me every meal.
 
Go milk a cow and boil the milk so that I can have an
         evening snack of milk and cookies.
   
Walk from their house to the church countless times a day just to see me.
 
Smile every second they are around me, and melt my heart.
 
Kneel at the altar, despite the pain in their joints, to intercede.
   
Beg/ cry for me to stay at their houses for the night because their husbands and children are            
              either dead or gone!

All this for me?

 What about them? THEY are the ones who have worked so hard their whole life just to survive, just to work extra hard now to serve me! I wish I could be the one serving them. Every minute I spend with these grandmothers I get a picture of Heaven. I see everyone in Heaven, and I see everyone asking each other who the women are that are seated so close to Jesus’ throne. I will be able to say, “I know who they are! They are the ‘Nobody’s’ from Moldova that served their guts out for him!” Only a handful of people outside of this village, even know the names of these women. Yet, they don’t care! Jesus knows their name, and that is all that matters!

I aspire to have our Father’s heart for everyone I meet, just like these women. I want to spend my life serving my guts out for the person next to me! My eyes have been truly unveiled at a deeper level to the reality of IT IS NOT ABOUT ME !  So thank you grandmother’s of Moldova for taking away the “bottle of I” and humbling me to see a servants heart clearly!